I Am A Wanderer - Steve Earle

I am a wanderer, feet on the ground

Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds

I own the star above some distant shore

Wandering ever more

I am a refugee torn from my land

Cast off to travel this world to its end

Never to see my proud mountains again

But I still remember them

I am a labourer, sign round my neck:

«Will work for dignity, trust and respect»

Stand on this corner so you don’t forget

I haven’t had mine yet

I am a prisoner pacing my cell

Three steps and back, my corner of hell

Lock me away and you swallow the key

But some day I shall be free

And I’ll be a wanderer, feet on the ground

Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds

I own the star above some distant shore

Wandering ever more